Mama... Just Killed a Man - Snap's Story

Snap

Warnings: Vulgar language, and sensitive topics, such as fathers disappearing and abuse (sorta).

Egg.

Log #011518

So, I guess it's time. If I had to describe my backstory, I could've wrote a book. But here I am, speaking into a recorder. But fuck it.

It all started when I was born. No shit, Sherlock. December 31st, 1989. I'm not a 90s kid, which I guess I could be bummed about, but I choose not to. My bestest of friends, Craig, was born the same day as me. From different mothers. Here's the problem though. Craig was supposed to be born a few days later.

What a shock to his mother.

I was born in Fort Collins, Colorado, at around 11 PM. That's why when I was younger, no one celebrated my birthday until 11 PM, on the dot. About two or so years later, my little sister, Lily was born. She was a big on the... large side... I'm not saying she's fat! (A/N: My pa is actually a bit obese, but that doesn't shape who he is. I'm not saying that you should be obese - because it's not healthy - but if you are, you shouldn't let that shape who you are) She's plump.

We moved to Fraser, along with Craig's family in 1998. We lived in a small house, but it was considered to be big enough. My dad, Benjamin, was working hard every other day to make the family work. He would get up extremely early, and make breakfast for the family. He would go to work. He would tell Lily and I bedtime stories.

It was around this time that mama, Opal, got violent. She would beat me when I did the slightest thing wrong. Mama seemed to favor Lily over me, claiming that I was a disgrace to the Lurie name, even though I took my dad's last name (that being McCormick).

One day, there were no pancakes cooking on the pan. There were no bedtime stories. Where did papa go? Surely he went to pick up something. But he never came back.

I started to think that he ran away, like my neighbor Avery's dad. But that couldn't be possible. He loved us. He had a stable job. He enjoyed cooking for the family. So what happened?

Mama started to get vicious. She was pissed, 24/7. She stomped around the house. She would throw the coffee that was in my hands out of my hands, which made me quite melancholy. I started to leave the house more often than usual. I would flip her off to express my feelings, but then she'd go ape shit. So I ran away.

She caught me.

"If you ever run away again," She screeched, "I'll have to put you with Benjamin!" She gasped. She spoke too much. "GET OUT OF HERE. YOU CAN BE WITH YOUR FRIENDS AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, SEE IF I CARE."

That was the day that I ran away.

Not to anyways house.

It was pouring. I was soaking wet. Tears came.

I was 14 or so when it happened.

I guess that's my story.

What's yours?

A/N: I was actually looking for last names to name Snap, and couldn't think of anything. So, I walked into the kitchen, and the first thing I saw was the McCormick brand minced garlic.

That is why Snap's last name is McCormick. I'm a terrible person.

I'll be posting whenever I feel like it. There may be a day where I post thrice, and then a hiatus happens. Who knows. 

But whatever. I haven't drunk enough coffee today. I need more.